Why, Time?
Sometimes i look back and laughat the thing i dont understand,
and sometimes i look back and cry.
Sencerly though i think of life
and were its going to take me,
for this i wounder why.
Life is the secret that is,
and always was,
and for me it is a simple sigh.
For others though
i don't nkow what you think,
but maybe in time life will let you fly.
Day and a day
here and there,
where and never was is a childs plight.
So all-in-all it is the end
the time for beginings has come,
and the fall has risen to the sky.
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